Won't you please sign your name ?" (I handed her a fountain-pen.) "Why," she said, "I cannot commit myself in that way.

Who is it that didn't ?--and what is it that he didn't ?" "Oh," I said, "time is flying, flying, flying.

Won't you take me out of my distress and sign your name to it?
It's all right.

I give you my word it's all right." She looked nonplussed; but hesitatingly and mechanically she took the pen and said: "I will sign it.

I will take the risk.